Brut tale of a boy,

Comprising a legend reality,

Left a fable behind,

Ah! What a poor soul!!

Verity of life,

Full of fantasies,

Congruous to us

Isn’t it anything but a mocking dream…?

Those little hands,

In his childhood,

Spent commute hours in

Incalescence of sunshine,

His sweat is homage,

An ideal for youth,

A real man,

An inspiring person,

A daring soldier,

A charming personality

With a dinky heart,

Diligent hands will

Erelong kiss prestige,

That small little kid

Isn’t a man of moral rules…?

With unfaltering plans,

And dreams,

Will rise to peak,

To kiss the sky….!!!


♥♥♥ I'm just that simple girl who tries to be nice to everyone, who tries to understand everything, I'm unique and awkward at times, but I can be funny or anything else anyone wants me to be. That's who I am. :)

10 thoughts on “BRUT TALE

  1. Yursa, I enjoy reading your words and i am glad that your spirit’s light has become a part of my day! You are very gifted with a unique style all your own! It is easy to embrace. Thanks for sharing your poems! Blessings always!

    1. Thank you so much sir… i hope we will stay in touch ! and thank you so much for following my blog ! I wish you will be there to encourage me in future as well; Thank you once again sir !

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